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"Look! What is that?"

A young herdsman's eyes widened, his voice filled with shock.

"Oh my God! Are those people devils?" another herdsman said tremblingly.

They saw the Tang soldiers rushing into the Qing army camp like tigers, and every move was full of strength and courage.

The flashes of swords and the shadows of knives flickered in the night. The Tang Dynasty soldiers seemed tireless. Their attacks were swift and fierce, forcing the Qing army to retreat step by step.

"This fighting power is too terrifying!"

An elderly herdsman gasped, "The Qing troops were like lambs to be slaughtered in front of them."

"We must not accept the Qing army at this time."

Another herdsman said decisively, "These Tang troops are so brave. If we accept the Qing troops, we will definitely incur their wrath."

"That's right, we can't take any risks." The other herdsmen nodded in agreement.

Their eyes were full of fear, as if they saw the disaster that might come if they accepted the Qing army.

Therefore, the herdsmen of this small Mongolian tribe quickly decided to report the matter to the larger tribe in the rear.

They knew that this war would have a significant impact on the situation of the entire grassland, and they must make wise choices to protect their tribe and family.

On the vast grassland, a Mongolian Eight Banners tribe received news from a small tribe.

The tribal leaders and generals sat together, discussing countermeasures with serious expressions.

"When did the Ming army become so brave? Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

The tribal leader frowned and looked at everyone with a hint of confusion and disbelief in his eyes.

An elderly herdsman stood up and said solemnly, "Chief, it is absolutely true! I saw it with my own eyes. The Ming army was like a group of tigers and wolves in the night. Their offensive was extremely fierce. The Qing army was completely powerless in front of them.

Their fighting style and momentum far exceed our previous understanding of the Ming army."

Another herdsman also added eagerly: "Yes, Chief. They are well-equipped, the soldiers work well together, and act quickly. It is obvious that they are a well-trained elite force.

We must not underestimate such a Ming army."

A young and energetic general in the tribe snorted coldly: "So what if the Ming army becomes stronger?

We, the Eight Banners of Mongolia, are not vegetarians.

Are we going to betray the Qing Dynasty just because they are so brave?"

At this time, a more calm general said: "Don't be impulsive.

We can't just look at the battle at hand, we have to consider the overall situation.

Now that the Qing Dynasty is at war with the Ming army, the situation is unclear.

If we act blindly, it may bring disaster to our tribe."

Everyone fell silent, thinking about the next strategy.

The tribal leader stood up, paced in the tent, thought for a long time and said, "We can't stand on either side easily.

But at present, the Qing army is clearly at a disadvantage.

We can first send people to find out more about the Ming and Qing armies, and at the same time strengthen the defense of our tribe and be prepared for both situations.

If the Qing army is really doomed, we cannot be buried with them. We must consider the future of our tribe."

The generals nodded in agreement.

As a result, the tribe immediately sent out smart and capable spies to the vicinity of the battlefield to gather further information, while the tribe also began to intensively prepare for defense and deal with various possible situations.

The entire tribe was shrouded in a tense and cautious atmosphere.

As the scouts sent out reported back and confirmed what the herdsmen said, they finally made a decision.

"It seems that the Qing army has run out of luck." A general was the first to break the silence.

"Yes, now that the Qing Dynasty is clearly on the verge of defeat, if we continue to follow them, we will be dragged into an irretrievable situation." Another general echoed.

The tribal leader pondered for a moment, then stood up suddenly, with a determined look in his eyes: "Resist the Qing Dynasty and help the Ming army!

Now is the moment to change our destiny. This opportunity is now or never again.”

The generals nodded and immediately began to assemble their troops.

The soldiers of the Eight Mongolian Banners acted quickly. The sound of horse hooves rang out on the grassland. They took advantage of the night and galloped towards Dorgon.

At this time, Dorgon was still being pursued by Li Chengqian's Tang army.

Both sides were galloping on the grassland. On one side, Dorgon and his remnants were almost crazy in their attempt to escape for their lives. They urged their horses desperately, as if as long as the horses' hooves went faster, they could escape the death that was following them like a shadow.

Dorgon's face was filled with ferocity and fear. He kept waving his whip and shouting loudly, urging the soldiers to speed up.

The soldiers were also pale, their eyes filled with despair and desire for survival. They leaned tightly on the horses' backs, rising and falling with the horses' shaking. The wind whistled in their ears, but it could not blow away the fear deep in their hearts.

On the other side, there was the Tang army that was determined to kill all the enemies.

With a determined look and a murderous intent, they bit the Qing army's tail tightly and pursued desperately. Every soldier mustered up his strength, and they had only one belief in their hearts, that is, to completely destroy the enemy at all costs.

The sound of horse hooves roared like thunder on the grassland, and their figures were like ghosts in the night, closely chasing the prey in front of them.

Just then, in the night, bursts of horse hooves sounds like thunder came from afar.

Dorgon was stunned at first, then looked in the direction of the sound in horror.

The flags of the Eight Mongolian Banners were looming in the darkness, like a group of hungry wolves pouncing towards them.

Dorgon's heart instantly fell into the abyss of despair. His body began to tremble, and his eyes were filled with despair and helplessness.

"It's over, everything is over..."

He murmured to himself, the muscles on his face twisted together in despair.

He knew that he was really in a desperate situation this time. With the Tang army pursuing him in front and the Eight Banners of Mongolia encircling him from behind, he and his remaining remnants had no way to escape.

He looked at the equally desperate soldiers around him, and a feeling of sadness welled up in his heart.

His former glory has now been shattered like a dream, and he himself is about to reach the end of his road.

He never expected that the Eight Banners of Mongolia would turn against him at this time.

When the Mongolian Eight Banners troops attacked from the front, the Qing army suddenly fell into a desperate situation.

The battle was extremely brutal, and the Qing army was quickly defeated under the pincer attack from the Tang army and the Eight Banners of Mongolia.

The number of soldiers around Dorgon became fewer and fewer, and finally only ten were left.

They were covered in blood and stood there exhausted, their eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

Li Chengqian led the Tang army and slowly approached, and looked at Dorgon.

Dorgon smiled bitterly: "I never thought that I, Dorgon, would end up like this."

Li Chengqian said sternly: "Dorgon, your ambition and cruelty have brought disaster to countless people.

Today is the end of you."